6 June 2012
The next morning, I woke up to a constant ringing sound. Rubbing my eyes, I nervously traipsed to the window and opened it, spying on the outside world. Head reeling, I walked over to the food cupboard and, instead of eating something, I vomited up something which I had eaten the previous night. Clutching my tummy I grabbed my iPhone despite slamming it back down on the coffee table, causing a small crack to appear on the edges. 'Oh crap.' I thought of the previous night and tried to get the everlasting images out of my reeling head. Eyeing a small jar, I grabbed it and threw it on the laminated flooring, tears welling up my eyes. I tried to hold them back but I just couldn't do it. I screamed as loud as chickens in the morning. Unfortunately, the neighbours weren't impressed as some of the rough guys came to the door, accusing me of wildly screaming. I need to scream so I do it in my head. Knowing I wouldn't eat them, I poured myself a large bowl of cheap supermarket own make corn flakes. I clenched my fists and punched the bowl hard, causing the bowl to wobble, fall and smash, and the cereal to turn the flat into a swimming pool. I shut my eyes and sighed heavily. Deciding I couldn't go on like this any longer, I got dressed an went for a calm stroll. I ended up going to the supermarket to do my weekly shop. Loneliness filled my broken heart. The trolley coin linked through. It felt surreal at the shop. I began to feel dizzy consequently I toppled over and knocked over a display of porcelain mugs. 'Oh s**t' I shouted so loud the whole supermarket turned and looked my way. Stressed, I slammed my trolley and all my purchases on the floor and kicked the fruits over. Realising I had done something bad, I ran out of the shop and breathed heavily. Unfortunately, whilst legging it out the shop, the police cuffed my hands up and I was unable to set free. I was humiliated and I was driven to the station and locked up. An officer, who looked strict and plump, beckoned me out of the cell and into a room to ask me a selection of different questions. I didn't tell him about my ex, most of the story was white lies and I feel so guilty. All of the bad stuff is bottled up in my head. It's like it's going to overflow with all the things which I have bottled up. The cops moved me to a new cell. One for two people. Bunk beds and a toilet right out in the open. Disgusting. Who am I going to be sharing the room with? The police officer lead me to the cell an I was in shock. The man I pushed in the river. I am sharing my room with him.
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